The Fucking Pigeon

The Fucking Pigeon wanted a CD player that they liked to demolish. One might consider this to be a fairly astonishing activity, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided it was miraculous. Strangely, a CD player would be the item that was chosen.

The Fucking Pigeon carried a pint of cider that they liked to put down their trousers. It was considered to be a funny thought, to you, but not to the Pigeon, who expected that this idea is breathtaking. A pint of cider being the item selected.

The Fucking Pigeon always kept a little monkey to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a fairly astonishing operation, to some, but not to the Pigeon, who thought that this idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a little monkey was the thing that was chosen.

The Fucking Pigeon owned a vibrator that they would often put up their bum. One might find this to be a peculiar undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a vibrator would be the chosen thing.

The Fucking Pigeon desperately needed a piece of paper that they would occasionally embrace. This might appear to be a fairly extraordinary proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that it was in fact, awe-inspring. A piece of paper is the item to choose.

The Fucking Pigeon needed a bottle of coke that they would sometimes put down their trousers. This might appear to be a fairly bizarre activity, to me and my children, but not to the Pigeon, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke would be the chosen thing.